He stood still staring at the gate,
Kept his hands locked behind,
In a repetitive manner,
Forming a pattern of fear.
Thinking over in a loop,
About the possibilities which supported,
The way he left her in a box,
Struggling against thinly disguised misogyny.
He kept on providing fuel to the gaslight,
Enclosing her into the smallest cell,
Joining every clue she found,
Engraved her in a trap behind the gate.